Word: raids
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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With Yale and Princeton, Harvard drew up far-reaching plans to revise its educational program for the duration. Early in 1942 the University heralded its present 12-month program. Air raid precautions lectures were opened, the Fine Arts Department gave courses in camouflage, athletics were compulsory for all, and President Conant and others urged that the University's humane and liberal traditions be preserved through...
...eastern front a long time. Mrs. Z's oldest son was inducted into the Army three months before her arrest. Her second son is working in an Austrian factory. Her youngest child, a daughter of 17, was a driver in the A.R.P. and was killed during a raid on Berlin. I was present when Mrs. Z received this news. At first she stared at me, then shouted: 'All this is the work of the devil, that mass murderer! Poor Germany, this is how things are with us.' I considered this utterance as of a decidedly defeatist nature...
...South African Air Force headquarters, which had not been informed, the Italian radio that night sounded more than usually inaccurate. It told of a "powerful South African Air Force raid" on the Namoroputh fort...
...Seconds Over Tokyo (M.G.M.) is a very sincere effort to do something almost hopelessly difficult on the screen: to remain true to a true story. In every respect this effort to tell the truth about the Doolittle raid is a tribute to the patience of its quiet, thorough producer, Sam Zimbalist; in many respects, it is successful...
...Lieut. Lawson and his crew, the raid ends in wreckage and agony on the China coast. Guerrillas help the broken men inland. Chinese doctors do all they can with heartbreakingly scanty medical supplies. Gangrene develops in Ted Lawson's leg; by the time an American doctor reaches him, there is nothing to do but take it off. In a shot which M.G.M. had the creditable courage to leave in the picture, despite preview complaints, two nurses carry the grim weight of the leg away down a corridor...